"I'll make you mine,"
Hearing that, my imagination ran wild, and countless scenarios flashed through my mind in that split second.
I was stunned by the sudden increase in my thinking speed. 'No, it's not time for that. What did she just say? Did I hear it correctly?'
Confusion filled my eyes, and a bizarre expression appeared on my face. ,
Her tense mood soten a little while grasping my intentions, she responded, "You heard it correctly. You will be mine, but not in the way you're thinking."
Her hand remained on my neck, while the other one strok my hair she ran her finger in them like a comb.she continued, "From now on, you will be under my authority. You will do as I say. I will have comlete control over your life, but not entirely."
" You just have to work with me and only for me. In exchange, I will protect you from those who will come after you.
"As payment for my help In the future, when you become powerful, you have to help me with somethings. It's like a trade. Do you understand?"
Her proposition sank in my mind , after considering my circumstances, I made a decision. I turned towards her, looked into her silver eyes with , and nodded my head, providing my answer.
She jumped with excitement, removing her hand from my neck and caressing it as if it was a priceless treasure.
"Great! Let me call someone. We need to embark on a long journey to sort out some matters."
Out of nowhere, a smartphone appeared, and she called someone, instructing them to bring a car.
After ten minutes, a fighter jet appeared in the sky, its wings clearing the dust and debris around the area. It hovered mere meters above the ground, and the area beneath it opened up, revealing a sleek black car.
The elegant car before me seemed to blend the features of a Rolls Royce and a Bentley. It was about six meters long with a glossy black exterior that reflected the streetlights.
The hood ornament took the shape of an eagle,. The car's headlights resembled fangs, and while white-walled tires gave it a touch of vintage elegance, reminiscence of a car from the 1950s. The heavily tinted windows added an air of mystery and privacy.
As I stood there, mesmerized by the beauty that every man dreams of, I heard her voice calling me. "Let's go." We entered the car, in the front seat sat a driver dressed in a sleek black suit.
As I stepped inside, overwhelmed by the surreal experience, I couldn't help but think, 'Oh god, is this real? Am I dreaming? This is beyond amazing.' It felt like an average person being blessed with extraordinary luck and fortune. To even catch a glimpse of this beauty, one would need quite a lot of both.
The interior was as lavish as the exterior, with leather seats, polished wooden accents, and a vintage-looking radio.
As I admired the car's features, I imagined myself driving down it on the road like a king.
The car exuded power and luxury, making me envious of its owner. The engine purred like a lion, and I could almost feel the smooth ride as we glided down the street.
I don't know when I sat in the seat, I was completely lost in the moment. The beauty of the car had enchanted me. Suddenly, the girl seated next to me spoke up , bringing me out from my daydreaming.
"Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am Ailith, a witch," she said.
The word 'witch' left my mouth hanging open.
It was the first time I had heard of species other than humans existing. It meant that the rumours about superpowers is real. People with extraordinary abilities. The thought ran through my mind, ' Do secret academies really exist ?'
Ailith continued, dropping more bombshells.
"I am the princess of the Witch Empire. I am exiled, or rather, abandoned.'
Did she just say princess, like a real princess? Do witch empires truly exist? What about werewolves, vampires, and aliens? All of these fantastical thoughts swirled in my mind. I couldn't help but question if I was still on Earth.
Trying to find an answer,I searched in the car for something, a pen or pencil, to write with.
Unfortunately, I found nothing. I had lost all hope then A sudden idea sparked in my mind. 'Wait, I can scratch Cover of the car seat.'I moved my hand towards the seat cover, just inches away from piercing it with my nail. But then, my hand abruptly halted.
'No, what sin was I about to commit? This car is a beauty, the dream of every man. I can't harm it, no,' I said to myself.
'It would be the greatest sin in history. I can't do that.'
So, where could I scratch? I pondered for some time and shook my head, realizing I couldn't do such a thing. Then, my gaze shifted towards Ailith. Her pale, glowing skin was smooth like silk, almost luminescent like the moon. I couldn't help but fixate on her witchy outfit.
As my gaze travelled towards her hand, I found my target—a place where I could scratch.
Yes, her skin would be the perfect canvas.
Yes, I would scratch her skin and write on it. With that realization, I grabbed her hand and readied my nail to pierce her delicate skin.